You were born a wicked man Only evil and despair Destined to be that bitter old man Your empty road leads nowhere Well your mind is a garden And your thoughts are the seeds Well you can grow forests Or you can harvest the weeds I hope you know you're a wicked man No hope left behind Sold your soul to the nameless And now you sing end of times Well your mind is a garden And your thoughts are the seeds Well you can grow forests Or you can harvest the weeds Your soul's tainted Tainted by grief Take me home Go your way Leave us Your soul's tainted Tainted by grief Take me home Go your way Leave us behind Well your mind is a garden And your thoughts are the seeds Well you can grow forests Or you can harvest the weeds